I think it is like the sign in the picture. You kind of understand (in a way) what it's saying, but you don't quite know for sure. I think that's what my body is doing to me at the moment; it's telling me something and I'm not quite reading the signs. Or paying attention to them. I'm sick. I thought it was a 24 hour thing but it's not. Okay, I get it. Now let's get me better and get on with things! (BTW, this photo was taken in Port Vila last year outside a little supermarket near the fruit and vegetable market. I wonder if they have a problem with staff hanging out around the trolleys?)
I think it is stress from the whole house sale thing. We still have not sold the house, the owner of the other house we want (and had a verbal agreement on to buy) has now put the house back on the market. I think they're sick of waiting. But, I think they're making a mistake because they had their house on the market for a year with not a single offer, and it is definitely a buyer's market right now. Now, if we get a contract on our house and we put a contract on theirs, they will be up for agent's commission. Which means less money for them than if they had have waited for us. But, that's their choice. I just wish we were told first rather than discover it in the weekend paper!
I have signed up for tuck shop duty at school where my children go. They (the children) are so excited. Tuck shop is a rare treat for them so their thinking is that if I'm on duty they'll get tuck shop. I don't know yet! They have an online ordering system and you can set up a credit with your credit card or savings card etc, and use that to pay for your orders. I like that considering I rarely ever carry cash. I visited the tuck shop this morning to say hello to the convener, so next week I shall be 'on duty'. I have yet to work this year, so it will give me something to do as well as a bit of knowledge about the 'inner workings' of the school if I get booked to work there. I'm eager to don my apron and get going!
I had to get groceries this morning. What would normally take one hour dragged out to two hours. I don't know how that happened, but I did get half way through the aisles and realise I was only half way! And I did consider phoning The Groom and asking him to come and take me home. Maybe it's because it must be pension day and I was surrounded by old ladies in their pretty floral dresses, but I was suddenly overcome by the need for a nap. At 11am! Yep, I'm sick. And when I'm sick and I know that I'm sick, I turn into a little baby and get sulky and grumpy. It makes a nice change from being a strong, 'able to shake off small sniffles in a single sneeze' mummy.
I'm off for my nana nap. Or maybe just read my new book on plants of Tropical North Queensland.
Enjoy your day!